Saturday, March 06, 2010

the chickens have come home to roost

Guess what I found on my front porch this morning? A very well-travelled box containing, you guessed it, seven swans a-swimming. It was battered and had been opened and the address label was no longer in place, doing a great deal to confirm my suspicions that the originator of these mysterious parcels for the last seven years has indeed been someone local.

And of course I was gratified to know that my philosophy of "when in doubt, do nothing, it will eventually work itself out" still holds true.